Date: Wed, 4 Apr 2001 14:47:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: Selena Anders
Subject: Steven's Mistress Tells All
A reader recently asked me to tell how Gloria became a slut, but it
came in stages. Stage 1 was discovering her own finger on her own
clit. Stage 2 was becumming a cheerleader in high school, and learning
to suck off the basketball team. Stage 3 was a sleep-over at the home
of the head cheerleader, when Gloria discovered she much preferred the
taste of pussy. These are familiar themes to all of you, so I won't
bother to repeat them here. But something interesting happened in
university, and as usual I will let her tell you in her own words:
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In my freshman year, I decided that one day I would becum rich. I had
to take the usual arts courses: English, History, and Philosophy. But
I had two electives, so I chose Statistical Analysis, and Economics
101. The first 3 were a breeze at the freshman level, and I really
threw myself at the other 2.
I moved into girls' dorm, so I wouldn't have to waste time commuting.
I actually forgot about sex for a while, as I concentrated on my
studies. Oh, I was vaguely aware of lesbian sex among the other girls,
and some even tried to sneak a boy or two into the dorm. But Darah,
the dorm proctor, was vigilant in throwing them out. At the end of my
freshman year, my hard work was rewarded. When the marks were posted,
I was #1 in both Stats and Economics. This was in spite of the fact
that in both classes, boys outnumbered women by more than 20 to 1.
You have to remember that this was back in the late 70's, when the
bloom was off the rose of Free Love, Reaganomics was looming, AIDS was
scaring almost everyone, because nobody understood it; and the
attitudes of the feminist movement were hardening.
I was sitting there at my desk, studying as I wore only a bra and
half-slip. There was a knock on my dorm door. Wearily I got up to
answer it, and there was Darah, who was one of the first people on
campus to take up the business-suit-with-skirt look. She said, "Hello
Gloria, may I cum in? I saw your marks today, and I'm really
impressed. There are some things I would like to talk to you about."
"Uh, sure." I said to the proctor, forgetting my scanty state of dress.
I stood back to let her enter and she went to flop down on my bed,
which was the only bit of furniture other than my desk and study chair.
I closed the door, which locked itself with a soft click, and went
back to my desk.
Darah took a few moments to gather herself, then said, "Gloria, those
marks show that you are 'way too talented to let your skills go to
waste. There is a secret group on campus called 'AMOC', and we want
you to be part of it."
"Amuck?" I answered. "I haven't noticed any groups of women running
amuck."
"No, that's A-M-O-C, and it stands for 'All Men Off Campus" Darah
explained. "Men have been persecuting women for too long, and it's
time we turned the tables on them."
I thought for a few minutes long and hard. Then I looked at her and
said, "That's not the way to do it. The men on campus have all the
money. We don't want the whole school to collapse because there's no
money. What we need is a new company, where women can make something
like a credit union. All the members should be women, and we should
only lend to women. We should start by calling all the women alumni,
and finding out who has money to invest, and who needs venture capital,
and then we can do the same at other universities, and explain what we
are trying..."
"Brilliant!" Darah almost screamed, "Oh, Gloria! You are such a
fucking genius, and only at the end of your frosh year! No wonder you
are at the top of your class! And speaking of fucking, I've wanted
you all year, but you've been so into the books. Is it OK if I take
you right now and make love to you?"
Well, I had been hitting the books, and trying to ignore the lesbian
sexuality all around me for months. But now I broke down, and started
to cry in front of the senior who had practically invented the
skirt-suit on campus. She rose from my bed, and straddled my lap as I
sat semi-naked in the small chair. Her chin rested on the top of my
head, and my lips were pressed against her chest, right against the top
button of her blouse. I opened my mouth, extended my tongue, and was
surprised that it had the dexterity to flip the button out of its hole.
I guess that was to becum the metaphor for the rest of my life:
flicking girls' buttons out of their holes.
Darah raised herself slightly off my lap, bringing the next button of
my blouse even with my lips, and we discovered that I could do it
again, and again, and again. Soon I had her shirt off, and then her
skirt, and Darah seemed to have an instinct for when to move where, to
make it easier for me to strip her naked. We ended up with the older
girl bent over my bed with her luscious ass raised in the air. There
was no way I could resist diving in between her thighs, and licking my
way from her cunt up to her ass hole, and back again. I licked her and
sucked her like there would be no tomorrow, and I was rewarded with a
thick rich flow of creamy cum.
But there was a tomorrow, and that day Darah and I went to the
government office and registered our new corporation, Sapphco, which
was named in honor of the ancient lesbian poet. We both spent that
summer pursuing the female alumni, first of our own university, and
then those of other schools. Neither of us ever hesitated to suck the
slit of a rich woman, in order to secure her investment in our new
company. If the price of a $10,000 investment was that the lady
involved got to spank me, or to ram her strap-on dildo up my ass, then
I let her have her way with me.
I guess you could say that the summer after my freshman year was when I
became a lesbian slut. I would gobble any pussy or suck any slit, if I
had a cheque already in my purse. It was hard, making sure that I was
always at the top of my class in the commerce department of my
university, while being a lesbian whore at night. But eventually both
my capital and my knowledge of how to use it came to a climax with my
MBA degree; while several hundred thousand dollars were stashed away
with my stock broker.
I never hesitated to suck her cunt either.
Darah was more the intellectual type than I was. She went on to get
her PHD in corporate theory, while I just kept licking and sucking
wherever the money was. Most bank CEO's are men, so I have becum an
accomplished blow-job artist, but as our little company Sapphco has
grown, I have been sucking fewer cocks, and slurping more cunts, and
this is fine by me.
It was just over 6 years ago that I was in the court building, taking
care of a real-estate deal, when I happened to pass the door to a
court-room, and heard a judge say loudly, "I sentence you to four years
in prison". I looked in, and there was a very lovely young lady,
standing next to her dejected lawyer. My heart went out to her, and I
broke all the rules of court etiquette by saying loudly, "Excuse me,
Your Honour, but if this young woman has offended, it is probably
because she has not had a good and safe home. I can giver her a good
and safe home, if you will release her into my custody."
The woman behind the bench glared at me. Time stood still as she
pondered what I had said. I know it was stupid of me in interrupt the
court, but the girl who had just been convicted was so lovely, and my
company "Sapphco" was already making me rich.
Judge Susan looked at me with a steely gaze. "Miss, are you really
prepared to take charge of a young offender such as this?" The Goddess
must have looked favorably on me that day, because the lovely
sun-bleached blonde girl had only been convicted of assault causing
bodily harm, and it turned out that she had only attacked the other
girl because she was being bullied.
So I took Crissy home with me that day, 6 years ago. I was just 26,
and she only 11, but I was her official guardian and prison warden. I
couldn't help remembering all the wonderful times I had with Darah, and
introduced her to the arts of womanly love that very night.
Now Judge Susan has passed on to me two more girls, and one boy named
Steven, and I am teaching them all the delights of sex. Crissy
finished her sentence two years ago, but has chosen to live with me in
my small mansion, continuing to be my sex toy, and helper in teaching
the erotic arts to the others, as she contemplates her future.
Now it is time for me to stop writing, as Crissy is waiting to give the
others instruction on how to probe my anus with their tongues.